Confessions Of An Escort – Episode 37

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“There are certain experiences that are unbearable; experiences that leave you shuttered for a while, for years and others for a life time. We all have tailored situations that have left us in temporal insanity at least once in our life time. For

 

 

that person; allow yourself to grieve, to feel and go through the pain, to break and if need be to be in solitude for as long as you need.” Lyapa

 

I am numb, I don’t know whether I am supposed to cry or laugh or rejoice but all I know is that at this point I don’t know what to feel anymore.

 

Urah walks in with Mweemba behind her, Arthur is seated with me and hasn’t said a word since we got into the house.

 

‘Babe.’ She begins and I smile at her

 

But the smile doesn’t reach my eyes.

 

‘You know you can just turn this down right?’ she asks

 

I sigh deeply

 

‘Its not that easy babe.’

 

‘What exactly is making it difficult? These people have all the money in the world and they can fly their daughter out for surgery. God forbid if anything goes wrong with that child, they will bring war, I don’t want what happened two years ago to happen.

 

A house help comes, serving us fresh apple juice that Chisenga has made.

 

‘Thank you.’ I say

 

‘I examined the girl; the operation will be hard yes but I know it’s something that can be done.’

 

‘And the blood?’

 

‘That is none of my business, somehow Jo will have to tell Ezra that Brianna is his daughter.’

 

‘This is messed up hey.’

 

 

I laugh, not out of amusement but because that’s the only thing that seems right at the moment.

 

‘I will leave you to think about it, am certain you will be able to make sound decisions after doing so.’ She says looking at me lovingly before proceeding to her room

 

‘If you need anything, call us.’ Mweemba says before he follows her and now it is just Arthur and I

 

‘You don’t look too good.’ He says hands shoved in his pockets

 

‘I will be fine.’ I respond holding my head, I can feel the headache building up

 

He looks at his watch.

 

‘Let’s go.’

 

‘What?’

 

‘Let’s go.’ He says again

 

‘Okay let me just inform Urah that I am stepping out.’

 

I go to her room and tell her then we drive out, surprisingly he takes me to his farm. I have never stepped foot inside this place and I must say he is doing well for himself.

 

He leads me to the house and I am eye struck, the place is beautiful. Rich in art and decorated in expensive furniture. The center piece chandelier is what has me gazing like a girl.

 

‘My parents built this place not just for them but for their generation to come, unfortunately when they decided to live for home, none of my siblings wanted to remain here. So, I took over the farm and it has been mine since.’ He says, standing so close to me my knees feel weak

 

 

‘Home?’

 

‘Mexico.’

 

‘And you remained here?’ I ask with a chuckle

 

‘I love the farm, the open spaces. They have businesses to run there and had I gone with them it would have meant that I had to join the family business.’

 

‘And what is wrong with that?’

 

‘I love cooking but I don’t want to cook for the rest of my life.’

 

‘At least not for people that I don’t know.’ He adds

 

He leads me to the kitchen and I make a mental note to ask who did it.

 

‘What do you want to have for lunch?’ he asks

 

‘You want to cook for me?’

 

‘Why not?’ he asks

 

‘Nothing.’ I say with a smirk on my face

 

I watch as he does his thing around the kitchen, I can’t help but take random photos of him. There is just something about a man in the kitchen, a good-looking man.

 

‘What are you doing?’ he asks not even looking at me

 

‘Nothing.’ I respond shyly still taking more photos

 

‘I hope I look sexy on all those photos hey.’ He says and I can’t help but laugh

 

 

When he is done, he sets the table just there in the kitchen. He has baked pizza and my taste buds are betraying me because even the scent is to die for.

 

‘Hope you enjoy.’

 

I take a bite, close my eyes and allow the food to make love to my mouth.

 

‘Look at you.’ He teases and I playfully hit him

 

I hear a click sound and I know I have been served.

 

‘You honestly just took a photo of me eating?’ I ask with food in my mouth

 

‘Forgive my bad manners.’ He says taking another one, my mouth still fool.

 

We eat whilst fooling around and being all goofy that I have even forgotten about Jo and her problems. When done he leads me to his living room where he serves us hot chocolate and mashmellows.

 

‘I have a feeling if I continue like this, I will gain weight.’

 

‘And that is why I have a gym in the house, I love food.’ He says whilst laughing

 

‘Thank you for the afternoon, it has really taken me off things.’

 

‘Want to talk about it?’

 

I sigh

 

‘Whenever you are ready.’ He says holding my hand

 

I narrate everything to him, not even hiding the fact that I was once an escort.

 

‘So that is how I got here, Chisenga is a saint hey.’ I say when I am done

 

‘She is.’ He responds

 

‘So now you have to help your sister?’

 

‘Looks like it.’

 

‘What are you going to do?’

 

‘Its my job Arthur, I can’t turn down a patient just because I have personal vendettas with the people that birthed her. I vowed to treat the ill to the best of my ability, to preserve a patient’s privacy, to teach the secrets of medicine to the next generation, and so on.’

 

‘The Hippocratic oath you mean.’ He says

 

I want to laugh.

 

‘Yes that.’

 

‘When was the last time you talked to God?’

 

I look at him

 

‘You heard me.’

 

‘Well.’

 

‘The last thing I would do is judge you.’

 

‘Why does this sound like you want to judge me.’

 

He sighs

 

‘Can I be raw with you?’

 

‘Shoot.’ I say

 

‘Do you realize you could have died whilst giving birth at eighteen?’

 

I look at him

 

‘Have you also thought of the fact that God could have struck you dead whilst you were an escort? Or you could have been sick, pregnant maybe by a man you didn’t know. You think it was by your own doing? Because as much as you liked it, it was wrong. Still is and the fact that you have not acknowledged that you are repentant, it still remains.’

 

‘What do you want me to do?’

 

‘Do right by your God, as much as this must be hard for you; you need to talk it out with your parents and sister. You need to make peace with your past because what has been placed in your hands is someone’s child.’

 

‘Arthur.’ I say on my feet

 

He looks at me wordlessly